Anna Pinglin Whore ❤️

About Changhua

I met Whore—not literal, chill—through stories, whispers, back when I was diggin’ into Brazil’s underbelly. She’s the type who’d stare down Li’l Zé and laugh, like, “You ain’t shit, kid.” She’s got no time for punks. Whore’s the queen of the grind—slingin’ charm, cash, whatever pays. Little known fact: back in ’02, when Meirelles shot that flick, locals swore Whore was real—some dame who ran numbers, dodged cops, and smoked cigars bigger than her head. True? Hell if I know, but it’s dope to think about.

Pinglin: How to Visit the Prettiest Tea Plantations near Taipei

I woke up, ready to tackle some experiments. You know, the usual lab stuff. But first, I had to grab some breakfast. I hit up this tiny spot on Pinglin’s Zhongxing St. Best baozi ever! I mean, who knew steamed buns could be so life-changing? I was on cloud nine, munching away, when suddenly, my phone buzzed.

Pinglin honors the ancient tradition of tea